INSIGHT
๋ฌธํ•™ ์˜จ ์Šคํ…Œ์ด์ง€(On Stage)
์ž‘๊ฐ€(writer)์™€ ์ž‘๊ฐ€(artist): ํ•œ๊ตญ๋ฌธํ•™์œผ๋กœ ์‹œ๊ฐ์˜ˆ์ˆ  ๊ตฌ์—ฐํ•˜๊ธฐ

๋ฌธํ•™ ์˜จ ์Šคํ…Œ์ด์ง€ (On Stage) ํ”„๋กœ๊ทธ๋žจ ์†Œ๊ฐœ

์ƒ์—…ํ™”๋ž‘ ๊ธฐํš ๋ฌธํ•™ ์˜จ ์Šคํ…Œ์ด์ง€ (On Stage) ํ”„๋กœ๊ทธ๋žจ์€ ๊ธ€๊ณผ ์ด๋ฏธ์ง€, ํ๋ ˆ์ดํ„ฐ์™€ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ๊ฐ€, ์ž‘๊ฐ€(Artist)์™€ ์ž‘๊ฐ€(Writer) ์˜ ๊ด€๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๊ณ ์ฐฐํ•ด๋ณธ๋‹ค. ๊น€์ธํ™˜ ์‚ฐ๋ฌธ์ง‘ ใ€Žํƒ€์ธ์˜ ์ž์œ ใ€์—์„œ ์ถœ๋ฐœํ•˜์—ฌ, ํšŒํ™”์™€ ์„ค์น˜์ž‘์—…์„ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊น€์ง€๋ฏผ ์ž‘๊ฐ€์™€ ๊น€์„ฑํฌ ๊ธฐํš์ž๋Š” ๊ธ€๊ณผ ์ด๋ฏธ์ง€์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋Œ€๋‹ดํšŒ์™€ ๋‚ญ๋…ํšŒ๋ฅผ ์ง„ํ–‰ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ตœ์ข… ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ฌผ์ธ ๋Œ€๋‹ดํšŒ์™€ ๋‚ญ๋…ํšŒ๋Š” ์˜์ƒ์œผ๋กœ ๊ณต๊ฐœ๋  ์˜ˆ์ •์ด๋‹ค. ๋˜ํ•œ ์•„ํŠธ์‹œ(Artsy)์˜ ๋ฌธํ•™ ์˜จ ์Šคํ…Œ์ด์ง€ ์—ฐ๊ณ„ ์˜จ๋ผ์ธ ์ „์‹œ๋ฅผ ํ†ตํ•ด ๊น€์ง€๋ฏผ ์ž‘๊ฐ€์˜ ์‹ ์ž‘์„ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค.



2. About The Freedom of Others


Poetry is to me what Nouvelle Vauge cinema is like. Everyone seems to be fanatical about it and to savour it, yet I am always hesitant at savouring it. What should I savour? I could taste the charming lines and scenes as if to covet delicious food but there was nothing left for me to chew and ruminate. Poetry was the same. I could not understand people who would have a poem by their side all their lives. Still, the pride of majoring in literature made me not give up on reading poems from Poe, Wordsworth, Baudelaire to Rimbaud from time to time, but it did not grow into pure and complete affection. I wanted a story and a lesson in the text but poems were just sentimental and sensorial. Compare to novels that lead you to arrive at a point if you just follow the letters freely, reading poems was a voyage to a place that can’t be reached, making you wander without a destination. While wandering like that, an opportunity that opens up a new horizon for poetry came to me.


Professor Kim In-hwan states ‘Writing poems is a sensory activity, not a thinking activity’ in his book ใ€ŽFreedom of Othersใ€ ใ€ŒHwang Hyun-san’s Prose: The Origin of Criticismใ€. If writing poems is a sensory activity, then reading it is also a sensory activity. What poetry wanted me to do was just to accept it as it is, but I was trying to find deep meanings and stories that refrained me from savouring and absorbing it. This corresponds to the concept of reading ‘in context’ from the first chapter of this book ใ€ŒThe Value of Readingใ€. Just like the sentence ‘There is a mental activity that works properly only when the line of dichotomous thinking is weakened.’, only by blurring the limits that I have established what novels should be like and poetry should be like, the mind can function properly within literature. By reading poems complying with ‘the side-viewing vision instead of the in-depth vision’, I would have been able to reach anywhere slowly across the current, even if not forward, rather than struggling in the sea of letters. The habit of pursuing in-depth reading may not disappear easily but I could reach somewhere someday if I treat poetry with my hardened manner and stubbornness abandoned, keeping the saying of C. S. Lewis, ‘Reading a new poem is to disarm and discard all logical and narrative connections used in reading prose or in conversation’ and of Kim, ‘The sole purpose of poetry is a new image’ in mind.


When teaching music, I emphasise to listen to the ‘sound’ in music. Focusing only on the repetitive rhythms and melodies that dominate the music will blur out the sounds that reverberate behind your ears, overhead and even in your mouth. If we see poetry as image just like hearing music as sound, we would be able to have the eyes that see “The image of something that certainly exists there but does not yet exist here”, and “Words of the future, words the spark the future, words of which the truth will be revealed in the future”. This interesting form of writing that criticises the criticism of a critic helped me take my first step towards approaching poetry. It is a book that faithfully justifies the introduction, “A book that lets you study by making yourself aware of your lack of study”. I am just a foolish person who, at the sight of a familiar name, brightens up like a dog wags its tail while browsing through the pages with a tilted head.


“The flesh is sad, alas! and all the books are read.” It is the first line of Mallarmeฬ’s famous ใ€ŒSea Breezeใ€, which is often cited in many books including this one. I keep my head down for my insufficient and inadequate self, yet my flesh is not sad for countless books that link the past, present and future are spread out in front of me.


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